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Dear companions, hug and kiss,
Keeper, yon old dotard smoak,
and search his trunks.
Those are A-s Jack and Bob,
In his grave,
We must give them better quarter,
There sit C--nts, D--ks, and H.-n, How they swagger from their garrison ! Such a triplet could you
Bless us, M-n! art thou there man? Bless mine eyes ! art thou the chairman? Chairman to your damn'd committee ? Yet I look on thee with pity. Dreadful sight! what I learned M-Metamorphos’d to a Gorgon! For thy horrid looks, I own, Half convert me to a stone: Hast thou been so long at school Now to turn a factious tool? Alma mater was thy mother, Ev'ry young divine thy brother. Thou, a disobedient varlet, Treat thy mother like a harlot?
Thou ungrateful to thy teachers,
you walk among your books,
How I want thee, hum'rous Hogarth! Thou, I hear, a pleasant rogue art; Were but you and I acquainted, Ev'ry monster should be painted : You should try your graving tools On this odious group of fools; Draw the beasts as I describe them From their features, while I gibe them; Draw them like, for I assure You will need no car'catu
Draw them so, that we may trace
Keeper, I must now retire,
LADY wise as well as fair,
Whose conscience alwayswas her care, Thoughtful upon a point of moment, Would have the text as well as comment: So hearing of a grave divine, She sent to bid him come and dine.
But you must know he was not quite
To one who sway'd some time before; Which made it more surprising how He should be sent for thither now.
The meslage told, he gapes, and stares, And scarce believes his eyes or ears. Could not conceive what it should mean, And fain would hear it told again. But then the 'squire so trim and nice, 'Twere rude to make him tell it twice; So bow'd, was thankful for the honour: And would not fail to wait upon
her. His beaver brush'd, his shoes and gown, Away he trudges into town; Pafies the lower castle yard, And now advancing to the guard, He trembles at the thoughts of state ; For, conscious of his sheepish gait,